1 My loue hath vowd hee will forsake mee, And I am alreadie sped. Far other promise he did make me, When he had my maiden head. If such danger be in playing, And sport must to earnest turne, I will go no more a maying. 2 Had I foreseene what is ensued, And what now with paine I proue, Vnhappie then I had eschewed, This vnkind euent of loue, Maides foreknow their owne vndooing, But feare naught till all is done, When a man alone is wooing. 3 Dissembling wretch to gaine thy pleasure, What didst thou not vow and sweare ? So didst thou rob me of the treasure, Which so long I held so deare, Now thou prou'st to me a stranger, Such is the vile guise of men, When a woman is in danger. 4 That hart is neerest to misfortune, That will trust a fained toong, When flattring men our loues importune, They entend vs deepest wrong, If this shame of loues betraying, But this once I cleanly shun, I will go no more a maying.
Words and music by Thomas CampionClose